Page 84 of Finding His Happiness
And they just kept getting bigger as I rubbed over his slit and around the head that was peeking out of the cage.
I was pretty sure part of him was suffering for me, but it was obvious his cock was responding to the gentle pain and it seemed to be short-circuiting every brain cell my boy had. He probably wouldn’t come from just playing like this, but it was obvious it made him feel submissive from the soft whines and little whimpers that escaped.
When his body wouldn’t decide if his hips wanted to thrust up for more or try to escape, we hit the point where subspace sucked him under one more time. Once he was flying, I left his tender cock alone and reached for the lube again.
He was so gone I had his legs spread and was sliding two fingers into him when he finally started to surface. It was a slow journey, though, and one he didn’t seem to be rushing. Being able to ignore his cock shifted the scene again and I could feel the pleasure building.
I didn’t give him what he was hoping for, though.
It took him longer than I expected to realize it, but eventually he pouted and whined. “My button, Master.”
He was the cutest sub ever.
“Is it feeling needy?” He nodded but when his answer had me easing my fingers out of him, he pouted again and his foot jerked. “Hmm?”
Ferris caught himself before his inner brat could escape, but his expression was giving away more than he realized as he sighed. “Yes, Master.”
He tested my ability not to laugh on a regular basis.
“Such sweet manners need a reward.” A long hard one that he’d been aching for. “I know just what I want to give you.”
And what he wanted based on the way he was shaking as I moved between his legs and reached for the condom I’d set beside me on the bed.
“You’re...you’re going to...I’m...” He stopped after a few attempts and covered his face with his hands as he took a deep breath.
“That’s right, my boy.” Making sure to pose since I was pretty sure he was peeking through his fingers, I rolled the condom down since we’d decided he didn’t know how much mess he’d enjoy with this type of sex. “I’m definitely going to.”
He was off-center just enough that he was thinking about bratting out, but before he could stomp his foot and tell me something ridiculous, I spread his legs wide and turned off his brain again.
That would never get old.
His entire body jerked as I braced his legs over my forearms and pressed against his entrance, but barely inching into him had him letting out another breath and melting back into the bed.
Yep, he’d definitely practiced relaxing.
He also loved anything on the more painful side of pleasure, so the basic prep I’d done was more than enough to have a moan escaping my sexy boy. “Master....”
Oh yes, there was no question about him being a happy bottom.
“That’s my good boy.” I could almost feel the pleasure filling him as I slowly rocked in and almost out of him. I inched deeperevery time but I wasn’t in any hurry until his legs tried pulling me closer. “Naughty boy.”
Bracing them wider, I rocked backward until I was barely inside of him, then thrust back hard, filling him in one go.
And nailing his prostate perfectly.
Best. Master. Ever.
Well, at least the Master with the best aim ever.
As he cried out, his hand flew off his face and wrapped around me. “I...that’s...Master...”
I was something alright.
But until he could get more of his request out, I focused on what his body was saying. Wide eyes finally looking up at me. Desire-filled pupils. Shocked expression. Tight ass pulling me deeper too.
Yes, body language was everything at the moment.
Playing with his sensitive button with every thrust, I leaned down and gave him a long, slow kiss, making love to his mouth a lot sweeter than what lower parts of me were doing to him. Slow wouldn’t make him come again and neither would gentle.
